This is a taster of my story that I am currently writing.
This was an old train and could hold hundreds of passengers, 285 infact, I was one of them. The girls violet ribbon cascaded down her lankey back, her hair frozen with hairspray. The ribbon danced in the chilly night air coming in through the window. The black velvet sky blanketed itself over the landscape. It was getting dark too dark to see. It was definately past my bed time but I wanted to wait for christmas to come. I hugged my brown faded teddy bear tightly. The red leather seat felt frigidly cold against my soft pale skin. Samantha Woolston Year 8
Writing Reading
This is a taster of my story that I am currently writing.
This was an old train and could hold hundreds of passengers, 285 infact, I was one of them.The girls violet ribbon cascaded down her lankey back, her hair frozen with hairspray.
The ribbon danced in the chilly night air coming in through the window.
The black velvet sky blanketed itself over the landscape. It was getting dark too dark to see.
It was definately past my bed time but I wanted to wait for christmas to come.
I hugged my brown faded teddy bear tightly.
The red leather seat felt frigidly cold against my soft pale skin.
Samantha Woolston
Year 8